ok, i admit, i’ve been gone on something of a sabbatical/fuckup/relationship bender. sabbatical in that i needed a break from the studio, fuckup in that i stayed gone way too long and relationship in that, well, i was in one, now i ain’t. you know how that goes.
so lately i’ve been in shop working on a new version of marlboro, white on white, a commission for an old-school photographer named george. trade: cash + old photos of the french countryside for marlboro. fair enough. one thing tho is that i no longer have a wash table. i ditched that some while ago as it was MASSIVE and HEAVY and a nightmare to work with as it slowly disintegrated. so i brushed all the paint onto weighty paperstock, then scrubbed the hell out of it in my studio. saved the stencil and did an improved marlboro. can’t complain. in fact, here’s a few pics:
Scrubbing out the stencil, and this just to give you a relative sense of size. Mark helped me bang this out. At some point the stencil is just too damn large for one person to handle. Try pulling crisp text on a 7′ stencil – can’t be done! Seriously, try it.
A corner shot to show you how nicely crisp it all came out. If you want other shots of Marlboro, feel free to scroll thru TheDevil. Marlboro is a story about me in my early 20′s hitchhiking a ride with a trucker from El Paso, TX to Dallas, with my busted motorcycle in tied down in his rig. It’s really his story, the one he told me about his ex-wife’s dating the first Marlboro man and subsequent attempt to hire another after the original went belly-up with cocaine. It’s foul, demented, involves a New York ad agency and certain homosexuality among even more certain hetrosexual imagry, and it’s a great story.
Otherwise, hmn, well there’s lots of otherwise. I do hope to spend more time in the studio and develop what comes next. In fact like so many things I see the finished work in my head but have only rudimentary skills to produce it. Well fuck it, didn’t stop Pollock. He couldn’t draw to save his life but somehow did ok.